Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Indonesia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Terrestrial Tones to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
Oblivians,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mummies,
Johnny Clarke,
Slave,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yaz,
Godley & Creme,
Yazoo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moebius,
The Monks,
The Kinks,
Letta Mbulu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare,
Pylon,
La Düsseldorf,
The Victims,
Niagra,
Scion,
Isaac Hayes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sandy B,
Rites of Spring,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monks,
Anakelly,
Ituana,
Matthew Bourne,
Guru Guru,
Deadbeat,
Peter and Kerry,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doors,
Arab on Radar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
Nirvana,
Shoche,
Cheater Slicks,
Interpol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crooked Eye,
Quadrant,
Gang Gang Dance,
Excepter,
Gang Starr,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Silicon Teens,
Gang of Four,
Joyce Sims,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.